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As Blade stepped into the room, Shasha couldn't help but sigh. He chose not to follow, knowing what would happen next. There was someone inside that room, and that person was none other than Blade's mother, whom he thought was dead.
Vanessa Brooks had been bitten by a vampire before giving birth to Daywalker. The vampire's blood virus entered Blade's body, ultimately leading to the emergence of Daywalker. After giving birth to Blade, Vanessa disappeared without a trace.
She was still alive, but she had become the mistress of the vampire who had bitten her—Daken Feast.
Before long, Blade emerged from the room, his expression grim as he walked away in silence.
Then came Whistler, who sighed as he stepped out and glanced at Shasha. "If that dynamite had exploded just now, then Blade wouldn't have so many troubles. But perhaps because of this, he'll come to understand some things."
Shasha understood Whistler's meaning. As a vampire hunter, Blade had always hunted vampires for the sake of his presumed-dead mother. Yet now, he discovered that his mother was alive and had even become the very vampire he despised most. Such a revelation would be hard for anyone to accept. However, Blade was not just anyone; with his resilient mind, he would understand what he truly needed to do. He might let go of his prejudices and become a more human person.
On the Golden Gate Bridge, Blade sat on the edge of the railing as if he were someone contemplating ending it all.
In reality, this was a habit of his. Whenever faced with troubling matters, he would come here to feel the wind and clear his mind. But today, such troubles were clearly not easy to dispel.
"It's not easy to find you. If it weren't for others not seeing you, there might already be police down below the bridge."
Blade turned in surprise at the sound of the voice and saw Shasha sitting beside him with a smile.
"This is where Whistler told me you'd come when you're troubled."
Blade relaxed slightly at her words but quickly returned to his icy demeanor. "Are you here to laugh at me?"
"Laugh at you? Why would I think that? I don't see this as a joke; it's just God playing a trick on you," Shasha shrugged. "I know you're hurting; after all, anyone would feel this way in your situation. But does it matter? Even if she gave you life and denied everything you've done before, that's still her choice. You are you; she is she. You don't live just for her."
At her words, the confusion in Blade's expression faded somewhat. Yes, I'm not living solely for her. Since she made her choice, even if she regrets it, that's still her decision. But I must continue on my path and carve out my own way.
"Have you figured it out? Then hurry up and take action while Quinn's tracker is still on."
With a bang, a gunshot rang out, and Blade's long-time enemy fell to his gun, turning into a pile of ashes. Without the Blood Demon Legacy, Daken was as fragile as glass, shattering with a single blow.
After the gunshot, Shasha completed his mission: one intermediate extraction, three beginner extractions, and an additional 1500 Energy Points. This was the accumulation from several missions, enough for him to gain another character's support.
"The matter is settled, and your mission is complete. What are your plans for the future?" Blade asked.
Shasha shrugged with a smile. "What plans could I have? Just continuing my daily routine as an assassin."
"You are the most unique assassin I've ever met," Blade said with a chuckle, shaking his head.
Shasha paused for a moment, then expressed with a hint of nostalgia, "Buddy, even though your smile is quite ugly, I don't dislike it."
At this, Blade stopped smiling and gave Shasha the middle finger.
On the roadside, Shasha waved at Blade as he hopped into his car. He was heading back home to New York.
Blade watched Shasha leave. After a long while, suddenly a familiar yet strange phone call came in. Frowning, he ultimately decided to answer. A serious and deep voice came through the line. "Old buddy, do you need to give me an explanation? Even if those guys are no longer human, they were once American citizens."
Blade sighed at the words. "Are you running into trouble again that you want me to solve?"
There was a brief silence on the other end before the voice replied calmly, "It seems I can't hide it from you. Yes, I've run into some trouble and need your help to sort it out."
"Sure, but as always, you'll need to handle these matters for me." Blade did not engage in pleasantries; it seemed this conversation had occurred many times before.
"Of course, but the condition is that you must get things sorted out." Just as the other party was about to hang up, he suddenly remembered something and asked a question, "By the way, I heard you found a partner?"
Blade paused, realizing the person he was referring to was Shasha. "Definitely not. That guy is just a temporary collaborator. However, I do appreciate his style; he has quite a bit of potential."
"Anyone who gets praised by you, Eric, must be something special. How much potential are we talking about?"
Recalling the various experiences he had while working with Shasha, Blade confidently stated, "You guys at S.H.I.E.L.D. rate agents on a scale of ten. With his potential, he could reach that level within a year, and right now, he's at least a level seven. Plus, he seems to be under five years old."
There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before the response came: "I see," and then the call ended.
Understanding this guy's appreciation for talent, Blade couldn't help but feel a sense of mourning for Shasha. Once he entered that world, he would no longer have the freedom he currently enjoyed.
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